Disclaimer: I own Amelia, Hendrix (Drix), and Reagan, but that's it.

Venice, Italy, July 16, 1993

Twenty-one-year-old Wesley Wyndham-Pryce sat down on his hotel bed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, where his glasses usually rested. He hadn't slept in three days, since he had left his home in London and ran away to Venice. Most people think of run-aways as children or teenagers but Wesley had no choice but to run-away. His father still beat him from time to time and his mother never seemed to care, he had a job he hated and had been forced into, and to top that off the bollocks thought they had the right to choose who he married.

That had been the final straw for Wesley. He wasn't going to let them control his life anymore. He was his own man now, free to do as he pleased, and right now he pleased to get something to eat before his stomach grew even louder than it already was.

He picked up the phone in his room and dialed the number for the front desk. A moment later a husky voice, very ill-sounding voice that spoke almost inaudible English, came over the phone.

"Hello?"

"Yes, hello, I'm occupying room one sixteen in your hotel and I would like to know where I might get something good to eat around here."

"Well, there is the Moonlight Cafe, the Borgon's restaurant, or my personal favorite, the Pearl Diver. All excellent choices."

"Thank you."

With that Wesley hung up. He decided that the Moonlight Cafe sounded pretty good and grabbed his wallet and key from the bedside table. He stepped out into the hall and took an elevator down to the lobby and past the front desk.

As he stepped out onto the moonlight bathed streets he felt completely at home. He knew the language, he knew the city pretty well, and now he was free. He took directions from an elderly lady and came to the cafe half and hour later. It appeared to be a very romantic place and Wesley was a little disappointed that he had no to share his dinner with.

He went inside and was seated, quickly, at a small table in the corner of the cafe. His waitress came a moment later.

"Hi, my name's Fred, and I'll be your waitress tonight."

Wesley looked up into a gorgeous brown pair of eyes that belonged to a thin, tall girl. She was the most beautiful thing Wesley had ever seen.

"H-hi."

The girl smiled.

"You're not from Venice, are you?"

"Um. . .no, actually I'm from England."

"Well, that's okay, I'm from Texas, just here for college."

Wesley smiled again and the girl took his order and drink order, a cup of tea, then left. She came back a few minutes later though and it seemed throughout his meal she'd stop by more than a couple times every few minutes. The fifteenth time she came over Wesley got an idea.

"Would you like to have dessert with me?"

"Well, I. . ."

"Come on, the restaurant is clearing out, there's hardly anyone here and I promise I'll make it worth your time."

"O-okay."

With that Fred sat down and they ordered dessert. Thirty minutes later they were leaving together. An hour later, they were still walking around the city looking at the sights. The next morning, they awoke snuggled in one another's arms in Wesley's hotel room. It was perfect bliss from the beginning.

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Venice, Italy, October 8, 1998

Four-year-old Amelia Wyndham-Pryce snuggled closer to her father in bed. Her mummy was already awake with her baby brother, Drix, since he had been sick lately. Wesley wrapped an arm around his little girl and smiled, kissing her on the head.

"Morning, little love."

"Good morning, Daddy."

"Where's your mother?"

"She's with Drix."

Wesley sighed and sat up in bed. He ran a hand through his hair and then stood. Amelia climbed onto his back and giggled as he gave her a ride out to the kitchen, where Fred was sitting, cradling Drix, her and Wesley's one-year-old son. She stood and gave Wesley a kiss as he put Amelia into her chair at the kitchen table.

"Did he wake you guys? He's been so fussy all morning."

Wesley took his baby boy from Fred and lifted the child into the hair, smiling. He then brought Drix down to rest on his shoulder. The child played with his father's stubble and giggled.

"No, he didn't wake us, did you, little guy?"

Fred smiled and then made her daughter a bowl of cereal. Wesley sat down and poured himself a bowl of Cheerios, which Drix helped himself to.

"Aw, looks like Mommy's little boy is hungry too."

"Speaking, of little things, how's our other little one doing?"

Wesley was now referring to the little one Fred had growing inside her and that was due any day. The baby was only going to be a year younger than Drix, which they hadn't exactly planned, but they didn't mind. Of course, after this baby, Fred had insisted that Wesley get 'neutered' as they liked to say around the kids.

"It's doing good. I can tell it's ready to come out though. It's been kicking a lot lately."

"Well, it's got its mother's temperament then, doesn't it?"

Wesley smiled as Fred slapped his arm, playfully. Fred then sighed.

"We haven't even thought of a name yet though."

"Well, I'm not letting you pick this time seeing as last time you named our child Hendrix after Jimi Hendrix."

Fred smiled as Wesley mentioned this. He smiled too and kissed his son on the head. He liked the name Hendrix, well, more than Ozzy, as Fred had been suggesting before their baby boy was born.

Amelia smiled as well. She loved her baby brother. He was really cute and she got to hold him sometimes if she sat down and he'd drool all over the place but Mummy would smile and wipe it away and then she would take Drix and cuddle him or give him a bath and he would smell good. Mummy always hummed when she gave them their baths and Amelia knew the song by heart.

Fred stood and took Drix from Wesley, it was time for her baby boy's bath since he had managed to make a mess with the Cheerios and milk. Wesley watched as she disappeared down the hall and into the bathroom. He then stood and went into the living room. He took a seat in his recliner and let Amelia crawl into his lap.

Wesley turned the TV onto soccer and the two watched, transfixed. This was their usual routine though. It was a happy routine for a happy family. Little did they know though, that people who were about to rip their happy family apart, had just arrived in Venice.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Good/bad? Please review. The next chapter is going to give you a look at the kids' lives now. All three of them. There may be some Wes and Fred in there too.